The Stuff of Nightmares... GOBLINS!!!
Siguard sat, cross legged on the sofa in front of the tele, in his lap sat one of Tino's drawing pads. Siguard usually did not fansy himself an artist, but he could do concept sketching... which was what he was doing. He'd popped in a movie that was, by and large, one of his most guilty pleasures since his childhood.
Labyrinth.
He'd remembered being a little boy and almost being willing to go straight for Jennifer Connelly! ... Almost. (He'd always been quiet aware of his preferences.)
Certainly he blamed the fixation on this film during his early developmental years as to be the cause of his attraction to wild, chaotic men. While Mathias certainly lacked all of Jareth elegance, he still possessed that wild, chaotic nature so becoming of the Goblin King. It certainly had him attracted to the 'bad boy' kind of man as he'd gotten older.
But there was a rhyme and reason to his indulgence in this guilty pleasure. He needed to start costume and set designs for Sleeping Beauty, and he'd always meen mesmorized by the sets and costumes from this particular movie. (The first person to call him a sparkle-phile would be promptly dumped in the bog of eternal stench!) After all, Feliks had said that he would take care of costumes if Siguard and Arthur gave him some ideas. Siguard was more about letting the transvestite go where he wanted with them, he was in fashion classes after all, but having some ideas to choose from never hurt and Bowie changes his costumes enough in this one movie to make it a large selection of ideas. He was sketching the collar on one of the Goblin Kings fabulous robes (he was compiling a page of things that he thought could inspire Feliks when the blonde went to design the Wicked Fairy's costume for Yao) when Mathias came in the room. He smelled like he'd just been outside kicking a ball around.
"What you watching babe?" The Dane asked, leaning over the back of the sofa to see. Oh. It was that girly movie Siguard brought out of hiding about once or twice a year to watch alone like it was some guilty little porn stash.
"Labyrinth. Getting costume and set ideas." He deadpanned, indicating the pad and tin of colored pencils he'd borrowed from Tino.
"Okay whatever Princess." He teased, going off to make himself something to eat. Siguard huffed. Mathias couldn't understand the deeper story of someone growing out of childhood and the pains they felt of losing someone. Siguard could relate. Sarah lost her mother, and Siguard had been separated from his darling brother when he'd been a child. He'd thought he'd grown up and healed those feelings, but at the second separation he'd learned that he'd only put a bandaid over it. A bandaid his mother harshly and quickly ripped off.
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When his movie was finished (and he was quite tired himself) the Norwegian and Dane wandered into their sleeping area.
"I'm going to go take a shower Doe-Eyes." Mathias announced while Siguard was putting the pad and pencils away. He nodded and let the Dane go. With a sigh he changed out of his jeans and into a comfortable pair of pajama pants and pulled on one of Mads' T-Shirts. It was far too big for his slender frame, but he didn't mind. He liked the roomy feeling of the fabric. It was some rock and roll T-shirt too. ... He pulled on it to read the band name. "Styx... And he calls me gay." He mummered as he threw himself down on the bed and closed his eyes as he listened to Mathias run the water in the bathroom. It was such a soothing sound.
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But then the moment was broken by the sound of a clucking little giggle. No. Freaking. WAY! He shot up, and peered around the bedroom. Nothing had been moved. But he still heard the giggle as it bounced from several places around his dormacile.
Not tonight! UGH! He thought he'd Goblin proofed the house weeks ago but it seemed one more little bastard had managed to sneak in!
"Where are you?" He asked through gritted teeth as he came down from the bed and, laying on the floor, tore the covers from the bed up so he could peer under it just as Mathias (wearing nothing but a towel) appeared in the doorway. It did little to hinder the Norwegian in his quest for the giggling creature that Mads couldn't hear as he wandered around in a huff, ripping drawers open to dig inside them, clawing through the shoes in the bottom of the closet, peering under the desk.
"Babe, you lose something?" Mathias inquire, quirking a brow.
"NO! I swear I can hear a Goblin giggling and when I catch the little creature I'm putting him back outside where he belongs. I've lost one too many pair of socks thanks to these little monsters! You come out now, or I'll count to three!" He called into the bedroom, tapping his foot impatiently at the sound of the creature contemplating his offer.
Mads chortled as he leaned against the doorway. "Goblins aren't real. Tino just lost your socks in the wash I'm sure."
Siguard shot him a glare with a huff. "Goblins are real. They are far more mischivious than my friends. Their king being the most mischivious of all fae."
"And let me guess, he takes widdle babies away like in the movie?" The taller cooed in a mocking voice.
Siguard released a sound of disgust. Mads didn't believe him. As usual. With a roll of his eyes he said: "Ugh, I wish he'd take you away!" Forgetting what can happen when you say; "I wish."
Labyrinth.
He'd remembered being a little boy and almost being willing to go straight for Jennifer Connelly! ... Almost. (He'd always been quiet aware of his preferences.)
Certainly he blamed the fixation on this film during his early developmental years as to be the cause of his attraction to wild, chaotic men. While Mathias certainly lacked all of Jareth elegance, he still possessed that wild, chaotic nature so becoming of the Goblin King. It certainly had him attracted to the 'bad boy' kind of man as he'd gotten older.
But there was a rhyme and reason to his indulgence in this guilty pleasure. He needed to start costume and set designs for Sleeping Beauty, and he'd always meen mesmorized by the sets and costumes from this particular movie. (The first person to call him a sparkle-phile would be promptly dumped in the bog of eternal stench!) After all, Feliks had said that he would take care of costumes if Siguard and Arthur gave him some ideas. Siguard was more about letting the transvestite go where he wanted with them, he was in fashion classes after all, but having some ideas to choose from never hurt and Bowie changes his costumes enough in this one movie to make it a large selection of ideas. He was sketching the collar on one of the Goblin Kings fabulous robes (he was compiling a page of things that he thought could inspire Feliks when the blonde went to design the Wicked Fairy's costume for Yao) when Mathias came in the room. He smelled like he'd just been outside kicking a ball around.
"What you watching babe?" The Dane asked, leaning over the back of the sofa to see. Oh. It was that girly movie Siguard brought out of hiding about once or twice a year to watch alone like it was some guilty little porn stash.
"Labyrinth. Getting costume and set ideas." He deadpanned, indicating the pad and tin of colored pencils he'd borrowed from Tino.
"Okay whatever Princess." He teased, going off to make himself something to eat. Siguard huffed. Mathias couldn't understand the deeper story of someone growing out of childhood and the pains they felt of losing someone. Siguard could relate. Sarah lost her mother, and Siguard had been separated from his darling brother when he'd been a child. He'd thought he'd grown up and healed those feelings, but at the second separation he'd learned that he'd only put a bandaid over it. A bandaid his mother harshly and quickly ripped off.
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When his movie was finished (and he was quite tired himself) the Norwegian and Dane wandered into their sleeping area.
"I'm going to go take a shower Doe-Eyes." Mathias announced while Siguard was putting the pad and pencils away. He nodded and let the Dane go. With a sigh he changed out of his jeans and into a comfortable pair of pajama pants and pulled on one of Mads' T-Shirts. It was far too big for his slender frame, but he didn't mind. He liked the roomy feeling of the fabric. It was some rock and roll T-shirt too. ... He pulled on it to read the band name. "Styx... And he calls me gay." He mummered as he threw himself down on the bed and closed his eyes as he listened to Mathias run the water in the bathroom. It was such a soothing sound.
...
...
...
But then the moment was broken by the sound of a clucking little giggle. No. Freaking. WAY! He shot up, and peered around the bedroom. Nothing had been moved. But he still heard the giggle as it bounced from several places around his dormacile.
Not tonight! UGH! He thought he'd Goblin proofed the house weeks ago but it seemed one more little bastard had managed to sneak in!
"Where are you?" He asked through gritted teeth as he came down from the bed and, laying on the floor, tore the covers from the bed up so he could peer under it just as Mathias (wearing nothing but a towel) appeared in the doorway. It did little to hinder the Norwegian in his quest for the giggling creature that Mads couldn't hear as he wandered around in a huff, ripping drawers open to dig inside them, clawing through the shoes in the bottom of the closet, peering under the desk.
"Babe, you lose something?" Mathias inquire, quirking a brow.
"NO! I swear I can hear a Goblin giggling and when I catch the little creature I'm putting him back outside where he belongs. I've lost one too many pair of socks thanks to these little monsters! You come out now, or I'll count to three!" He called into the bedroom, tapping his foot impatiently at the sound of the creature contemplating his offer.
Mads chortled as he leaned against the doorway. "Goblins aren't real. Tino just lost your socks in the wash I'm sure."
Siguard shot him a glare with a huff. "Goblins are real. They are far more mischivious than my friends. Their king being the most mischivious of all fae."
"And let me guess, he takes widdle babies away like in the movie?" The taller cooed in a mocking voice.
Siguard released a sound of disgust. Mads didn't believe him. As usual. With a roll of his eyes he said: "Ugh, I wish he'd take you away!" Forgetting what can happen when you say; "I wish."